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From the Ritz to the Rubble [Pizza Pit, Open]
It's Friday, folks. As much as education is surely vitally important to every teenager in Vinalhaven, the school week is coming to a close and two whole days of play are just beginning.
Since arriving on the island, Alex has unpacked, settled in, terrorized his house-mate, walked out the town, even started categorizing its residents. Right now, he's out in search of Vinalhaven's nightlife. He hasn't found much. A dance club would be ideal, or even a hole-in-the-wall bar that doesn't card... but no. All he's found is a Pizza Pit. A Pizza Pit where they don't serve anything more gourmet than cheese bread and the sodas aren't even Italian. Ugh.
But, revulsion aside, there he is, in his faux-ratty t-shirt-and-jeans finest (today's bandana is green and tied around his left leg). He plants his skinny tight-jeaned ass on a bar stool at the counter and orders, cherry coke and spicy fries. Course one of many bound for the black abyss of the boy's stomach. Now he just needs somebody to bother!
Since arriving on the island, Alex has unpacked, settled in, terrorized his house-mate, walked out the town, even started categorizing its residents. Right now, he's out in search of Vinalhaven's nightlife. He hasn't found much. A dance club would be ideal, or even a hole-in-the-wall bar that doesn't card... but no. All he's found is a Pizza Pit. A Pizza Pit where they don't serve anything more gourmet than cheese bread and the sodas aren't even Italian. Ugh.
But, revulsion aside, there he is, in his faux-ratty t-shirt-and-jeans finest (today's bandana is green and tied around his left leg). He plants his skinny tight-jeaned ass on a bar stool at the counter and orders, cherry coke and spicy fries. Course one of many bound for the black abyss of the boy's stomach. Now he just needs somebody to bother!